Nakro was leaning against the opposite wall, near the door. "Mutant? I take offence," he grinned, his arms crossed. The alarms blared annoyingly as red lights flashed. "Er, what are you doing? I doubt those will have any effect on the guards. They're almost metal proof. I believe the humans call it bullet-proof vests."

"Telekinesis. Just have to get it down their shirt. Child's play." Len smirked. He grabbed a guard. Then, he stuck him to the wall with darts. He began to slowly shoot the guard with darts. They went through the armor. "Titanium. I've been in here since I was a month old, I know some tricks." Every time he shot the guard, he said something along the lines of "this is for every time you did (blank) to me." Then he turned to Nakro. "The walls to the outside are laced with carbon monoxide. Unless you want to die, I recommend a better way. How about we slip out through the diversion, if we can get out."EDIT: That was kinda sadistic... And cruel.

"Hey. That's what telekinesis is for. Now, I'm going to overload the circuits, but I'll probably pass out. Can you get me somewhere safe before you leave?" Len breathed deep. He grabbed an overdose of psychic energy, and quickly diverted it into the wires hanging down. Len's last thought was "At least he gets out safe."

Oh geez guys, Am I to late to the party? Anyway here goes:Name:SpookTraits: Half human, half vulcan. Kind of off, but in a good way.Powers: Mind meld, nerve pinch, standard Vulcan stuff.Background: Spock's long lost brother. Sent back to 2015 due to a malfunctioning warp core. Was captured by military and lives in area 51 for kicks, even though he could get upgraded to area 52.